The War Fought Passionate by Gwallsky Lyrics

[Stanza 1]
The war fought passionate, seemingly disastrous
The refugees avoid the slaughtering of the masses
Satan himself hues the battlefield sky
The left behind cry as the soldiers march by

[Stanza 2]
Some corpses much alive, some utterly in death
Some souls pass on, some steal their last breath
The fallen's ascension reaches its final path
Some foresee the fury of His justified wrath

[Stanza 3]
Few thieves realize how contrite they need by
Few seek the narrow that commences at the Tree
Many in the tree await the fire of the damned
Few find the Tree who bore it all as our Lamb